” I didn’t want to admit to her the panic I felt that night over a month ago. “I managed to get through it, but when I got the e-mail that she�...d be another two weeks, I couldn’t take it any longer and had to do something.”How did you feel about your wife being a, umm, a prostitute?”I thought about my answer a little but, “I haven’t really thought about it that way. I know that’s true but she’s doing it more because she likes it. She loves romance and being with other men and this was a fantasy. I can feel your hot breath against me, the sweet taste of your lips and tongue driving me wild. My body slides against yours, all the most sensitive places coming into contact instantly. Already, I can feel my wetness dripping down onto my legs. You pull up my shirt and then my bra, so that you can reach my stiff, aching nipples. But it’s not until I feel your fingers caress my soft skin that I remember where we are. We’re standing in the middle of a deserted classroom engaging in activities. That was such an Amy thing to say, but I wasn’t going to argue. “Yeah, well....” Then my voice trailed off. “Well, thanks for all this.”“You’re welcome,” she said. “I’ll call you as soon as I’ve got news.”I nodded. I could only hope it wouldn’t take too long. “All right,” was the only thing I could say.By the time I got off the phone, I was dying to talk to Chad. I tried calling him a few times, but he never picked up; he just responded via text. I could tell he was juggling a lot. Of. So I joked that after I graduated, I'd become a porn star, and get laid all the time. My friends all laughed, but, we weren't sure it wouldn't be true.The reason I didn't get the girls was because I was 5'6". The reason we thought I could work in porn was because of my dick. 9 inches. On a shorter guy. So, yeah, it looked even bigger.Skip ahead a couple of years, and I say fuck it, I'm going to Miami to break into the biz. I did some homework and landed an interview with a producer. We talked.